The Tenth Station Jesus Is Stripped

They divide my clothing among them, they cast lots for my robe.

Psalms 22:19

“We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you, because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.”

With my son finally relieved of the weight of the cross.
I thought he would have a chance to rest.
But the guards immediately started to rip his clothes
off the blood-clotted skin.
The sight of my son in such pain was unbearable.
Yet, since I knew this had to be.
I stood by and cried silently.

Lord,
in my own way I too have stripped you.
I have taken away the good name of another by foolish talk,
and have stripped people of human dignity by my prejudice.
Jesus,
there are so many ways I have offended you
through the hurt I have caused others.
Help me to see you in all people.

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Torn Again

The robe had already become adherent to the clots of blood and serum in the wounds, and its removal, just as in the careless removal of a surgical bandage, caused excruciating pain. The wounds again began to bleed.

[Dr. C. Truman Davis; A Physician Analyzes the Crucifixion. Arizona Medicine, March 1965, Arizona Medical Association]